I rested a hand on his bare chest, his arms around me. I rubbed my head on him, smiling and giggling as I squirmed around. He would hold my head to his chest and chuckle lightly. Every fiber of my body was restless. I couldn't help it; my heart was impossibly happy.

His phone rang, and he let out a sigh. Sitting up on the edge of bed I saw three long scars down his back. They looked deep, a wound you would not think someone could survive from.

"What is it?"

"The prisoners are getting rowdy; I think a huge prison fight might break out."

"Think? You better be sure. I was taking personal time."

"There is a lot of them joining in."

"They picked a bad day to do this." He slammed his phone down, and I jumped.

He stood pulling his pants up over that prefect ass. I had to refrain myself from touching. He summon a long trench coat, slipping into it, and flipping it over his shoulders. Pulling his hair out, he tied it up, half back. I worked hard to get that all undone.

He turned, hand wrapping around my neck as he kissed me. "I must go. You can stay here a little longer if you wish. Text me what you decide to do. Be good."

"Mm, no."

He let go, tapping my nose. "You make me not want to go."

"Go on, I know they need my not so innocent Nari."

He was gone in the blink of an eye. I curled up on the bed looking out the window. Smiling, burring my face on my knees. If I stay, I might swindle a round two. That was probably the most fun I have ever had in the bedroom. Maybe I could instigate that. I shouldn't instigate, but damn I wanted too.

Why did he not ask me to help? He knows I could help get them under control just like the prison break. I was curious how he was the most detrimental thing to control inmates. I knew he did the punishments, but what else. I dressed, sprayed myself with the mist and teleported to Border control.

The woman at the desk looked up. "The warden is here but we could use all hands-on deck. Underground floor to level five-thirty through five-fifty."

A buzz sounded and an elevator I had never seen before appeared, next to the other one. Level five-thirty? I went into the elevator. This building went down a lot further than ten, it went six hundred and sixty-six levels.

Were we in a massive prison, and I had been bringing Eli here every single day? I pressed the button, the doors close and it opened in seconds. It was quite, men ran by me, they looked but kept moving. I summoned familiar garb and changed. Tucking my hair under a hat.

I ran to catch up, they picked up batons, I followed suit. Packing battery packs as the other guards had. It was a long stick with metal prongs, and a gun trigger like handle. I clicked the button, electricity crackled between the two prongs in a wild splay.

"Hey, watch it, that can put you out. Is this your first time? Did they not train you right?" He flicked his hand in the air. "They get more stupid as the years go on."

"Sorry, sir." I held my head down as he walked in front of us all.

"They were in the cafeteria and during the change one fight turned to the whole sector. Be careful, be safe and get them back in there cells. Do not listen to any 'boo ho' of their pleas. They are all criminals on death row. Does not matter if you 'accidently' kill a few." He scrunched one finger around accidently. "Move out."

We went in through three sets of doors. Each one we had to be buzzed in. They all spread out, going down different halls. What way do I go? Do I just choose?

A hand was placed on my shoulder. "You, new girl." I turned. His eyes narrowed. "Why are you on this level?"

I handed him my badge. "Princess Violetta."

"You stole this." I ripped my hat off.

"Where are the masses at?"

"The left, and don't let the warden see you here. Your badge is not stamped for this work. You need a black star in the corner." He pointed to his badge, the black star. I had seen that on Fenrir's badge and Narnia's. I had seen several colors, red, green and blue.

I nodded, I pointed two fingers to my had and waved them out. "Thanks." I grinned as I ran off.

The fighting was growing louder, I rounded the corner. Guards were prodding the inmates; they would shake violently and drop down to the ground. I flipped over a group and hit one in the neck with my baton. They dropped instantly, deadly little thing.

Death row inmates on a very low level. Must mean these ones posed more threats than the ones above. I could feel all the evil cycles that had triggered here. It was not rare. When one starts, if enough are feeling it, an evil outbreak would happen.

I raised my hand, my vision growing black. "Stop." Every inmate looked at me. "Back to your cells, now. Move it." I pointed in a fanning direction. The guards still hit them, but the few that were not being detained moved away.

"Who are you?" One of the guards asked.

"The Princess, lets move."

"Thee princess? The one that took down cult of two and most of the six fingers."

"Yes, introductions later. Move out."

I walked down the hallway, some free guards following me. I commanded inmates as I could, forcing them back into there place. The guards were doing the rest. I dragged the baton on the wall, watching the lightning spark.

One ran up to the door. "A pretty little girl, the things I could do to you." I pushed the baton through the tray slot and pressed the trigger. He dropped to the ground.

"In your wildest wet dreams is where those thoughts will stay." Laughed devilishly.

Why was I not invited to this? I was having more fun than the cult bust. We reached the cafeteria; dead bodies littered the floor. Most of them were missing limbs, or had there skull bashed in. I poked them, one moved.

"Please, I'll go back."

"Take him to his cell." Two guards picked him up. The lizard like demon was slumped over trail dragging. His tail whipped around, hitting one of the guards and stealing his baton. He had no collar on him either, someone had removed it.

"Oh, we have a rather lively one." I smirked, hands behind my back.

"Take me out of here. Avoid the warden's path." He pointed the baton at me. "Come on. Move."

"No, no. Honey, you have it all wrong. I don't like to listen; in fact, I tend to do the opposite." I held up my hand. "Wait, I'm enjoying this." I chuckled. "I bet; I can stop you with both hands behind my back."

"What are you doing, indicate exit six, six, six." One of the guards explained.

"Ignore them." I put my hands behind my back. "Come on, you and I. What do you say?" He jabbed the baton at me, and I dodged. "Oh, you almost got me. Gotta be quicker than that." I ducked, swiping my legs under his.

He fell back, flipping backwards, his teeth gritted. "Since when did they let women into the guards group this low?"

I took a hold of his lungs, shrinking in with his breath. He lunged, I stepped to the side. He fell, opening his mouth. "Awe is the little lizard out of breath. I was hoping for something a little more entertaining. How does it feel?" I pressed into his mind.

"Please."

"Please? That's it?" I took hold of his heart and crushed it and released it. "I'm bored, lets move on." The guards looked back and forth. "What, you act like you have never seen someone die. Move it."

They bumped into each other, before they straighten out. I did not think it was that bad? I barely did anything. I noticed some of them had collars, while others were gone. I thought all inmates were required to have one, because if they took them off, they could use their whole strength.

I lead them down the hallway, looking in the already filled cells. They were unconscious, laying around or pacing the room. Some made comments as I walked by. I see now why female guards were not allowed down here, vulgar creatures.

I peaked in one after the other when I saw a familiar face. "Sabnock Baal. It is good to see you again." He had one arm over his face, and one leg dangling over the wooden bed. He was cuffed on his ands and legs, and a collar around his neck.

He moved his arm from his face, a leather muzzle over his mouth and nose. "Vi-o-lleta. Come to set me free?"

"Absolutely not. Though seeing you like this brings joy to my face." I grinned from ear to ear.

His eyes turned black. "We could have worked together. Had the whole world under our feet."

"I already have that, not under my feet. It stands beside me. Back away from the door."

He stepped back. "Oh, Vi. The world would bow to you as you brought origins back."

"Why would I really want that? Oh, we also busted up that little cult of two. And we now have three of your little six captured along with Kirio. You remember him, right?"

He turned around. "Why are you here?"

"Cleaning up, I would ask you the same thing, but I already know." I chuckled. "Never put your hands in the wrong cookie jar. Especially those that belonged to me. Bye."

"Wait, come back. We know where your brother is, do you think he would be very happy with how you turned out?"

"You know nothing."

"I know Narnia must have you wrapped around his little finger. Tell me, has he started courting you, whispering sweet words in your ear? Has he snuck his way into your bed, yet?"

"You know nothing about us."

"Here comes the bride, but I am sure he will try to lock you down long before that. Why would he let such a powerful being not be under his control? The perfect monster at his beck and call. Derkila would be so disappointed."

I frowned. "You made me this way, and I will be sure to let him know if he ever shows his face. If you never stole Eli from me, I would have never walked down that path. I would still be a boring teacher in Babyls, Eli would still be a normal child.

I would have never stopped a war, saved a village. I would have never done any of those things. You might not have been in here, and your posy might still be out there doing your work and being terrorists. See how one decision changed the course forever?" I pressed the button on the side of the cell, his body jolted, falling to the ground. "You deserve so much worse."

His fists clinched, laughing. The clang of a baton hitting the wall came down the hallway. The guards around me looked at each other and walked like they were late in the opposite direction.

"Come on, the warden is making his final check." One grabbed my arm, pulling me along. "We have to meet up at the gates."

"The gates?"

"Where we came in at."

"How do you know he's doing his final check?"

"Didn't you hear? How far under a rock have you been living in? If he is pleased with how we did to contain the situation, we can go back to normal rounds, if not…" He shivered. "You do not want to know. He's already in a foul mood, don't make it worse."

"And how do you know he is in a foul mood?"

"You saw the bodies?" I nodded. "Seen that a few were missing collars?" I nodded. "He does that when he really wants to fight so he can go all out. Line up and hide in the back." He pushed me along, placing me a little behind him.

The tapping grew louder, I looked around him. "Stand straight, eyes forward." I huffed, doing as he said. He was blocking my whole view, how dull. Who was the warden, all the garb looked the same. Narnia's was different, but he was also second in command.

The foot sets were slow, each clack closer then the last. The man in front of me was rubbing his thumb against his finger. He stopped, straightening his fingers. I eyed as the warden walked by; it was Narnia. His eyes looked forward, giving no attention to anyone in the lineup.

His hands were clutched behind his back, as he walked with dignity and grace. A whip in his hand making my mind wander around to dirty thoughts. I should have teleported out of here; I was really asking for it by following him. I smirked, round two in mind.

He reached the end and turned to someone. "Seems anytime I leave the vicinity of this place, no one handle a few inmates."

"We managed to get them back in there cells a little faster than normal."

His nose crinkled. "I noticed; it was almost like you did not have to call me in the first place. I was having a nice relaxing day, but now? I think I might need to throw you into more training on protocols."

"We had someone who snuck in. She did not belong down here." Was this guy really outing me to get out of being yelled at?

"She?" Narnia looked down the line.

"I assure you she did not belong, I told her to go back." I took a deep breath. Don't do it, I told myself. Two sets of footsteps walked back down the line. The man in question was the man that had seen my card, Narnia following. This time he looked harder at the line up.

"There you are." He pulled me from the crowd, clutching my arm.

I gritted my teeth, yanking my arm free. "Touch me again and I will break every bone in your body. Starting with the twenty-seven you touched me with."

"If I may, Sir." The man in front of me spoke.

"Proceed." Narnia spoke.

"She was admirable and held her own. I and a few others followed her lead, as she helped put the inmates away. She made quick work."

He leaned down, and I looked down a little. "Just who might you be?" He was so close, and it was hard to hold back my smile. "Why are you smirking?" He tilted my head up with the whip. He clicked his tongue. "I know this one." He flicked the hat off with the whip as he stood straight, my hair feel from the cap.

"She does not have access to be down here, she showed me her card."

"Quite, you don't know the situation. I found this before I came down here." He held up a badge. "She belongs, because I handpicked this one." He handed me the card. "I assume you lost this and used your old badge for identification to this moron. Am I right?"

"I did." All the stars, I smirked.

"Do be more careful, my forgiveness only extends so far."

"Of course." He turned, hand on my shoulder.

"This one right here has permission to be anywhere within the building as the third. You are looking at The Princess."

"What about Fenrir?" Some asked.

"He has moved on for the time being. Now I must ask, Violetta, did this man lie at all?"

"He did. He never told me to leave, and even accused me of stealing the badge that I did have."

"What would you like to do about this?"

I turned to the man, vision growing black around the edges. His eyes mimicked. "Oh, lookie here. You made this impossibly easy for me. You've been a bad boy down here, haven't you? Get on your hands and Knees, my legs are tired."

He fell to the ground, hands and knees like a dog, and I sat on him. "Narnia, I think we should question him. Don't you?" I looked up to him.

"Interrogation room, seven." I nodded, taking him there, sitting in one of the chairs.